Ronnie Anne Cry Novels & Stories

Ronnie waited a minute and then said, "I have to run a couple errands and I'll be right back. Wyatt will stay you, Marie. Is that okay?" "Of course. He can decorate the rest of those cookies." Marie winked at Wyatt. Wyatt pulled his elbow down and said, "Yesss!" Ronnie headed to the airport. **** "Hey, honey, how's your day going?" Mitch asked Ronnie when she answered his call on the way to pick up Tory and her husband, Larry, and their baby girl, Angelina. "I was picking up my phone to call you with the news. Great minds, uh?" Ronnie asked.

"Look. We know that the tragedies have already begun for Ava Nicole's family. Their finances are now dependent on her company here in New York. If this most important thing to her is lost, who else will she turn to? Isn't it you?" Annie's presentation was well-organized, which deepened the understanding of it. She has a point there, even though it sounds like a demonic plan. Great plan for people who want to ruin other lives just to get what they want. Ronnie fell into deep thought. He wasn't such a bad person to do that; his love for Ava prompted him to do things far from his vocabulary. Besides, he wants to marry the one he loves. And if they get married, he can revive Ava's company.

He extended his hand, and added, "I'm Ronny; you let me know if you need anything, ma'am; it's on the house." She crooked her finger to get him to lean in closer-to where she knew he had a perfect view down her blouse-and shook his hand. "I'm Crystal," she said. "Nice to meet you, Ronnie. I'll be ordering gin-and-tonics, but I'd like you to mix them really light, okay? I don't want to get drunk." Just then, her phone chirped, and as she gave Ronny a wink, she answered it. Bill said from the other end of the bar, "My God, baby! That is one sexy look! I may make that the picture that pops up when you call me."

The street wasn’t too crowded, only a few vehicles passing. Suddenly, a voice froze me. “Sienna.” I spun around quickly. Ronny. He stood only a few meters away, his face hard, his eyes burning with anger. “I told you not to show your face to me again,” I said. But he stepped forward, his rough hand seizing my arm. “Stop pretending to be brave! You think you can hide behind Liam Darkmane’s name? You’re still mine, Sienna. Remember that!” “I’m not yours!” I shouted, struggling. “Let me go, Ronny!”

Ronnie burst out laughing. Westin had a horrible look on his face. Seeing such a sight, Ronnie’s pride was filled to the brim. After all, what was the point of trampling on an ordinary person? Only by crushing those in the same league would he show just how terrifying he was to the world! When Ronnie was about to leave, he suddenly glanced at Harley and Henley. “Are these two your friends?” Remembering Ronnie’s way of doing things, Westin trembled. “This is my girlfriend, Henley Johnson. And this is my sister, Harley.”

Ron pressed slightly on the knife on Anne's neck. Anne frowned and bit her lip. She could already feel the pierce through her skin. When will Anthony appear? She could not help but start to feel a little doubtful. Why would Anthony care about her life? If there was no recording, then would she be unfortunate? "Ron! I will tell you!" Sarah said desperately. Anne was stunned, so there really was a recording? Would she be bluffing Ron? "Where is the recording?" Ron's face was twitching. "I would like to know where the recording is, too." A voice that did not belong to the scene said.

Ronnie told her gently; trying her best to seem as compassionate as she could and keep the fear out of her own voice. Tears were forming in Arina’s eyes as she stared at both Erick and Ronnie. Eventually, her eyes landed on just Ronnie alone and she began sobbing. Without hesitation, Ronnie wrapped her in her arms and allowed her to cry into her shoulders. Her frail body still trembling. “It’s okay…” Ronnie breathed to her, patting down her dried-out blonde curls. “It’ll be okay.” She wasn’t even positive if Arina could hear her. Even Ronnie’s hearing was still a little funny. That explosion was so loud, it knocked out her eardrums.

The participants also frowned upon hearing those but it will be rude to voice it out by then since everything is fastened. But there was a certain name that sure made Gabbie shell-shocked. Nicole Smith, that is. "Did you hear that folks? Oh, my life! Nicole Smith is here!!" one of Gabbie's classmates shrieked and everyone at the backstage got excited, too. They needed a celebrity to attract viewers, or maybe the celebrity herself offered her presence here. She was fond of films, or maybe fond to play with someone here.

"He's my son, and he's not dead! He's just sulking, that's all!" He broke free of the grip and went back to gathering my body from the ground, pulling it into his arms. "Ronnie, get up right now! Didn't you want me to come? Well, I'm here now, so why are you still putting on this act?" However, I remained completely motionless. Ms. Ritter stood at the edge of the crowd, her face deathly pale and her lips trembling. "This is impossible. How could Ronnie really be dead? I didn't do anything. This has nothing to do with me."

A heavy and uncomfortable silence falls over everyone, and I can imagine they’re all replaying the memories from that night. Then Ronnie’s voice threads into the link. “You’re all missing the real point.” I glance at him. He’s watching Paige like she’s a living prophecy unfolding in front of him. “This wasn’t about Annie,” he continues. “Not really. It was about Paige.” “Yeah, we noticed the glowing.” I snap sarcastically. “Callen…” Ryder warns. “What? You’re all thinking it. She glowed like she was about to sprout little halo wings and bless us all, and it's getting brighter each time.”